EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR, it's TEST DRIVE TIME!

[oldmodel]

TEST DRIVE MEME



WHAT THE FUCK TO DO:

► STEP 1; Post a comment with a character that's not in HH as if they're already in the setting or alternative version, post character who is in HH. Scenarios if you need them!
► STEP 2; Tag around and get a feel for your characters, whether or not you're voice testing or planning to actually app them in!
► STEP 3; Post this all over your plurk and get people to get their big asses in here and force them to app or face the consequences. Oh, and I guess have fun. I suppose that's important, too.

reposted from the lessor who reposted it from ineuphony, you get the picture. posted with mod permission!

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kawashima ami ✨ toradora!

[boings]

ACTION: THE SHOPPING GATE

[ some time around noon, the shops are abuzz with people stopping by for lunch. it's the best time to advertise, when people have no other choice but to be around. there, in the center of the food court, ami stands decked in a cute maid outfit that is most demeaning and unnecessary, but she rocks it like the model she is. ]

Everyone~! [ her voice is high-pitched and girly, the perfect cutesy-cutesy tone to draw attention in from near and far. she is waving one hand around excitedly, the other holding up a small plate of what look to be pigs-in-a-blanket... ]

Don't forget to try out Earnest Bert's new pigs-in-a-blanket special~! They're Kawashima Ami-chan's absolute favorite! All my model friends swear by them~ You can eat two or four or six and not worry about a single pound~!

[ ...where it matters, anyway. this filth will go straight to your gut!

her smile is wide and her tone is sugary sweet, but inside she's seething. does she seriously have to go through five more hours of this?! ]

[packmates]

[No one can avoid the siren call of samples, not even Scott! Still, he hesitates once he gets near, his brow wrinkling in confusion as he stares at the pigs-in-a-blanket. It's his face that he gets when someone promises him coke, but gets him a diet okay!!]

Are they like fat-free or something?

[boings]

[ ami laughs lightly, her tone affected with just the right amount of sugar. with her free hand, she waves his silly question away, and brings the small plate of samples up to his nose. ]

Hey hey, why waste time asking questions when you can have a free taste? Besides — Ami-chan wouldn't lie to you~!

[perfidies]

[really, the free handouts of food doesn't bother him in the slightest. he's used to rationing for while in battles, so he can last a bit without strange foods being thrown in his face--the maid outfit, however, is too much]

Aren't you embarrassed with yourself?!

[boings]

[ trust — she's been made to dress up in worse. ah, the hard life of a model... ]

A-Ah, should I be...? [ she is suddenly bashful, cheeks colored with a perfect rosy hue. her shoulders hunch, and she is immediately the picture of demure naivete. ] All they said was for Ami-chan to go out there and try to sell their food...

[ she glances up at zhong hui, her eyes suddenly glittery with unshed tears. ]

Is Ami-chan doing it wrong?!

[perfidies]

[well that stops him in his tracks, that's for sure. his face abruptly turns away and he crosses his arms over his chest, tapping his foot on the floor once.]

Don't you have a sense of dignity? There are less demotive ways to promote food, you know.

1/2

[boings]

[ bastard, i might look like a piece of meat, but i'm a GORGEOUS piece of meat..! ]

[boings]

D-Demotive...? [ almost instantly, ami seems to curl in on herself, arms coming up to clutch at her shoulders...

and effectively pressing her breasts together enough that they threaten to spill out of the front of her shirt. ]

Ami-chan is sorry... she didn't know she was so hideous...

[perfidies]

[oh my god what is even going on her... he can't look anymore scandalised]

Cover yourself up--there's no need to flaunt everything off, now is there?!

[he wasn't looking!!!!!] People should be admiring your face, not other assets.

[devilcool]

[ though zenkichi thinks no one has noticed, he's been standing around the food court for a strangely long time now. although half an hour may not actually be that long, it's a little strange considering he hasn't ordered anything. or brought anything. or moved once from his seat. he seems mostly frozen in place, completely at a loss about how to proceed with his life.

for some strange reason, he has an overwhelming and crushing desire for sausages wrapped in dough. he's not sure where this desire came from, but it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the girl advertising them. no way. he's not the kind of guy that'll buy something just because a cute girl is wearing a revealing outfit that accentuates her figure just perfectly and at the right angle you can see...

no, that is definitely not why he wants to eat pigs-in-a-blanket. if anything, that girl is the problem. because now if he goes up to order some, everyone in the area will definitely think that he's going to buy them just because of her. and he can't have that. that would be totally uncool. people would gossip about him and call him the weird kid with a maid fetish. he doesn't have a maid fetish. he does not like servant outfits of a french design originating from the 19th century that have persisted due to their unique appeal and strangely enticing contrasts...

no, he definitely doesn't like maid outfits. in fact, he doesn't even know any of the facts he was just thinking about. he has no idea where those came from. ]

Argh, this is pathetic! [ okay, he's not getting anywhere just sitting here like this, so he's going to make his move. he just has to go over there, order a reasonable amount, and then completely avoid looking at the girl. if he can do that, then he'll be able to maintain his cool image while also getting the food item he desires.

so he walks over, exactly as planned. and manages to completely look in another direction as he walks, inconspicuously avoiding any possible suspicion. and when it comes time to order, he can say with confidence: ]

I... I... I'll take a hundred!

[ smooth. so smooth.

and damn this tag is so much longer than it should have been. ]

[boings]

[ oh, don't think no one's noticed, zenkichi. ami is a professional model, after all, a celebrity. your fleeting stares had practically burned into her perfect porcelain skin, almost burning her with her own disgust. she's all too familiar with your kind...

that's why, when he finally approaches her, she half-turns away, a nose in the air. ]

Sorry, we don't have anymore.

[ she says, while holding a plateful of sample piggies. ]

1/3

[devilcool]

N, no more...!?

[ despite how much he had concentrated on not looking at her, he finally drops his guard due to his shock and turns back towards her. ]

But that... you said...!

[devilcool]

[ ...wait, no, keep it together, zenkichi. you can't lose your cool over sausages. and that's all this is about, right? you can still salvage this situation! ]

I mean... oh, I see. That's too bad. Oh well, I guess it's not really a big deal.

[devilcool]

[ ...oh shit he's looking directly at her again, avert gaze, avert gaze. ]

[boings]

Mm-hmm. I guess you're out of luck.

[ she shifts again, a little more away from him, which unfortunately presents zenkichi with a new view of her back...

and the (not so) startling fact that that skirt of hers is cut waaaaay too short. ]

[devilcool]

[ of course, he's not looking, so he can't notice anything like that!! ]

...short...

[ ...wait, wtf, why did he actually say that out loud. ]

I mean, your supply didn't last long enough! [ and why is she still out here advertising if they're not even selling anymore??? ]

[boings]

[ because she's lying. duh. it's obvious by the samples still in her hands, and the boxes of product laid out on the table just beside her.

and the big bright sign hanging behind her that says TONS OF SUPPLY! GET TWO FOR ONE!

but his indignation at least gets her to whip back around to look at him.

even if it's in a glare... ]

Is that my problem, stalker?

[devilcool]

[ he's not looking at her so he can't notice things like that! at least, he's not looking directly at her.

...but that sign sure does seem ill fitting now. ]

Isn't it? You're the one who's... wait, who's a stalker!?

[ that was probably too loud, wasn't it... a fact he realizes as he anxiously glances around. though at least his anger seems to have overcome his anxiousness. ]

I just came here for the sausages! The sausages! Is this how you treat all your customers?

[ladyfascination]

-Jam had been watching the presentation for some time, but didn't buy a single bit of product. Because that food, compared to hers, was a joke. But people were definitely buying it. And she knew exactly why. When there was a break in the crowd, she approached the girl, eyes looking her up and down.-

You've got real talent, lady. But you're wasting your time with this chump stuff.

[boings]

A-Ah..? [ ami glances around a little warily, noting how many of the people who'd lingered were now turning to look back at the two of them, wondering what this new woman could possibly mean. of course, ami agreed wholeheartedly, as she'd tried one before beginning work, and would never dare to put something so low quality in her body again, but she couldn't very well say so while on the job!

she has needs to pay for, you know!

she laughs. ] Sorry, you're confusing Ami-chan...! Don't you mean to say this to the pretzel-makers across the food court?

[ladyfascination]

Sorry, I don't really pull punches. That food is crap and you're wasting your skills here. Tell me, how much are you making right now?

1/2

[boings]

[ not nearly enough. ]

[boings]

A-Ah.. I get it! You're just playing hard to get, right? Ami-chan's not working hard enough, so you want her to try and sell it to you even more...!

[ladyfascination]

I'm not hearing a number.

[tins]

[ walking through the various shops were one of his few, while not entirely pleasant, but decent activities he partook in this place. with his gaze fixed on the various windows, he eventually stops to scrutinize one in particular. were those…. sweets? ] ….. [ it’s clear that he’s immersed himself in his gross observations, and it’s only when he hears a notably high-pitched voice that he turns to look. only to see she’s in an infinitely more attention grabbing costume. ]

..... ah…. [ he struggles for the words, far too scandalized by the prospect to really form them. until finally— ] …. shameless. [ though, she did appear to be selling something, and with that in mind, he discards his previous thought in favor of a question. ] … do they happen to sell… [ he looks off before shaking his head once. readily admitting his likes and dislikes weren’t something he often did (aka, the life of being grossly in love with sweets), and so he opts on taking a different route. ]

A menu. I would like a menu.